As the deterrent force left, Emperor Jing took a breath, leaned on the pillar, and stood up staggeringly.
The prince and queen still fell to the ground. It's not that they don't want to get up, but that the last trace of their strength has been exhausted at this time, and they are not as good as a baby, so how can they stand up
Emperor Jing looked at Nangong Liuyun, who was still sitting there calmly, with complicated meanings in his eyes.
At this moment, Nangong Liuyun was so unfamiliar that he didn't even recognize him.
At this moment, Emperor Jing seemed to remember the tragic scene of the small Nangong blood-washing the imperial capital.
Emperor Jing smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly.
Nangong Liuyun, who was nearly five years old back then, was so powerful, how could he now obey his orders? He has really been sitting on this throne for a long time, and he is so used to it that he can't even understand such a reason.
"Royal father..." The prince was half lying on the ground, growling unwillingly. The kneeling just now ripped apart the last trace of his dignity and let Nangong Liuyun trample on him. Now that he has survived, the crown prince is immediately annoyed.
Emperor Jing waved his hand and said to Nangong Liuyun, "Do whatever you like."
Emperor Jing's voice was filled with endless frustration. What happened just now really left him with lingering fears, and it was like waking up from a dream. He knew that Nangong Liuyun had grown to the point where even he had to look up to him, and it was impossible to control him any longer.
Nangong Liuyun slightly twitched the corners of his mouth: "I understand now? It's not too late."
Emperor Jing smiled bitterly.
If it wasn't for Nangong Liuyun's thunderous blow, I'm afraid he would still be immersed in dreams and not be able to see reality. The reality is, compared to that stinky girl Su Luo, he is not even a P!
In fact, Emperor Jing knew that the problem was with him. If he could protect Nangong's mother back then, if he could protect the little Nangong after Nangong bloodshed the imperial capital back then... Now, he wouldn't do this to his father... he despised him.
When Emperor Jing thought of this, he felt as if his heart had been stabbed by a snow sword, and his eyes were pierced with gold stars in pain.
"Go back." Emperor Jing waved his hand.
Nangong Liuyun stood up and raised the corners of his lips lightly: "Leave a place for me in the Four Kingdoms Tournament."
"Your quota has always been reserved, and the remaining nine people are already in place, if you have time..." After seeing the situation clearly, Emperor Jing's tone was unprecedentedly gentle.
Nangong Liuyun interrupted him coldly and arrogantly: "There are no nine people."
"Huh?" Emperor Jing was puzzled.
"There are only eight people." Nangong Liuyun took Su Luo's hand and said in a tone of voice, "Luo Luo also participates."
"But..." Emperor Jing frowned immediately. Those nine people, all above the sixth rank, are the secret power that the Nangong family has been hiding for a long time, but isn't Su Luo only fifth rank
Emperor Jing tried to reason with Nangong Liuyun: "Every single strength in the Four Kingdoms Tournament is above the sixth rank. She is only fifth rank, so she will not be able to pass the first level."
"You don't need to worry about this." Nangong Liuyun's beautiful eyebrows wrinkled.
Emperor Jing snorted angrily. Knowing that he will lose and wasting a quota, this son is really fascinated!
Nangong Liuyun didn't give him a chance to refuse, he took Su Luo's hand and walked away slowly.
As they left, the atmosphere suddenly relaxed.
"Father..." The prince was about to cry. He had just walked through the gate of hell just now, and it was only now that he felt that he was truly alive.